he taught me how to keep secrets. again
i stopped talking. universe listening.
wearing a straight spine. knowing when to bend.
dreams returned. celestial glistening.
my frail wrists twisted. toward the horizon
with every touch already inside me
i chanted his breath and swore. we were. one.
exotic desire. arabian sea.
an aura of honest replacing false.
circling hips. rolling neck. attraction
like stars to the sky or oceans to salt;
he became part of me. no extraction.
space between us erased. invisible.
recognized. purpose. unequivocal.

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